C28 Twenty Eight

I turn to face him when he draws me closer. In my simple white cotton dress, I have some idea where his thoughts have gone.

“Mack, it’s our mating party,” I remind him, trying to sound severe.

In response, he dips his head and kisses me. “I know. A party. Which means celebration, and what better way to celebrate than—”

“Mack?”

At the strange note in Adela’s voice